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[heckblazer]

[ It's probably not a video he records or posts deliberately, considering his lack of technological competence. But there he is, slouched alone on a pub patio, moping behind a cloud of cigarette smoke. He's well into a bottle of...good Lord, flavoured vodka? Birthday cake, no less?

Well. It's not like lushes can be picky. ]

Huh. Didn't think I'd make it to see another one of these days.

[ He adds his cigarette butt to the mountain on the ashtray in front of him, and lights another, muttering softly between his teeth, ]

Happy fuckin birthday to ya, Johnny.
Useless twit.

Comments

[zee_zatara]

Oh, that much I remember.

Should I come pick you up, though? Or at least send... whatever the equivalent to Uber is here?

[heckblazer]

...you're not gonna magic-teleport us back, are you?

[zee_zatara]

No, I remember what happened the last time I did that.

But I do think I could probably detox you a bit to make the cab ride easier.

[heckblazer]

...which part of the last time ya did it? Some of that can't be discussed in mixed company, love.

[zee_zatara]

The part where you ruined a very expensive pair of boots in such a way no magic short of actual divine blessing could purify them.